This place is basically a trailer park, which they label as "cabins", surrounding a central building/gas station and a work-shed that houses a grim restaurant, a few rooms and a weird little store. A surly and disheveled staff take turns running the cash register, front desk and the restaurant.
I won't even get into describing the "cabin" - just imagine bad, add your crazy Aunt Skeeter's furniture and cat statuettes, then have a small child clean it after 4 elk hunters have been there for a week.
Regardless, I've had worse in Europe and for more money - so chalked it up as an adventure. Besides, I was only there to ride their ATV's; miles and miles of different types of backcountry (trails and no-trails) to be explored, unescorted, in a Razor (a slick 2 person ATV that looks like James Bond's go-cart). Big mistake.
Long story short, I Iost control of this powerful toy, hit a tree and cracked the radiator badly enough that it stopped running. Worse, my friend's arm was swollen and looked funny (multiple wrist fractures we learned that evening). So we fled Albany for Denver, but not without signing a credit card slip for the 'market value' ($12,000!!!!) of the Razor, or leave them my car and find a different way home. Now the Albany Lodge didn't offer an insurance option to cover their vehicles, but I was quickly informed that my own car insurance would cover any damage - just like a rental car. Lie number 1, they don't, no one does. Anyway, the damage didn't look that severe, it was more important to get to an in-network hospital, and as an attorney I felt I could manage things.
What I didn't count on was the only mechanic in town ensuring that the estimated price to repair the ATV involved completely rebuilding it (with all brand new parts, sigh, despite the fact that the cart was several seasons old and already scratched up). Of course the cost to do so was astonishingly close to the $12,000 the cc slip's limit. We settled the issue for a few thousand dollars less than the estimate, and I wound up with the Razor (now largely a box of parts thanks to the mechanic).
This tale should have ended here as a costly and amateurish mistake on my part. Instead, it gets worse. Recently, and just after the statute of limitations on legal claims of this sort had passed, I sold the Razor (rebuilt with a new radiator etc.). During the inspection made by the buyer's mechanic, we learned that much of the damage accredited to my crash, and listed on the estimate to repair it, had actually occurred during a much worse rollover accident some time before.
They took me like a hayseed at his first carnival, but they don't have to take you. So forgo the $25 bags of deer jerky in the Albany Lodge's lobby/hallway, with its rustic charms and eccentric staff, and keep driving.
You have been warned.